Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.